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Unexpected	By : Line Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Eminem/Marshall Mathers Views: 12635 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know Eminem (Marshall Mathers). I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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I'm sorry *ducks behind desk* Please don't hurt me! I didn't mean for it to take this long! I swear!

Anyway...Belated Merry Christmas and Happy New Year to you all! *grin*

Title: Unexpected (6/?) The Phone call

By: Line

Raiting: NC-17 for language and sexual stuff.

Pairing: Nick/Eminem

Disclaimer: I don't know either of them. This is COMPLETE fiction. That means I made it all up! *grin*

Feedback: I'd love some. I’m a complete feedback whore, and I’m not too proud to beg! LOL Also…I’m gonna need to know if I should continue this, or if I’m just wasting my time writing this…

A/N: Thanks to the coolest beta ever…MJ Livengood! Go You!

**This part is dedicated to MJ, because she’s an amazing writer! And I want an update! Dammit! *grin*

Thank Yous

Aissa - Yeah...sorry it took so long, but I think I explained why to you right? *grin* Anywho, thank you for the FB, you know I love it! *grin*

leslie - You crack me up! Every single time! *grin* Love ya!

Nishia - For some reason I just can't write a PWP, I always end up with some kind of plot... *grin* But I guess you don't mind?

smoondigiboy - Thank you! *grin* I'm so glad you like it!

Tetra - Actually I think I did see all the episodes of QaF, I just didn't remember! LOL I don't know what the hell's goin' on in my head...I suspect it has something to do with Naked!Marshall...LOL Also, I'm sorry this chapter isn't Bible length, but is it okay if I promise to not make you wait as long for the next chapter? Thanks for the FB! *grin*

Aviona - I'm so happy I can make you laugh! I'm think I'm kinda going for an angsty, smutty comedy with this fic! LOL

Chinky - I believe Nick is looking rather slim (no pun intended) and yummy these days, but I'm not sure...I can never keep up! LOL Thanks for the FB!

Avon - Here's some more for ya! *grin*

Dame J - *insert evil laugh* I love torturing my readers! *grin* Thanks for the FB.

Aloisha - See, all that picture did was send me off into a world were nobody but me and Marshall were allowed! LOL But then...after I pulled myself out of whatever fantasy I was caught in, I figure I'd better get this done! *grin* Thanks for the review!

Kouichi Pendolse - There may be Bitch!Em, and there may not...I kinda curious to see where this is going too! LOL Thank you so much for the review!

Herald Soucree - *snort* I think I might have to use that convo sometime later in the fic! That absolutely cracked me up! LOL Thank you! *grin*

Phew! That was a lot of people to thank! *grin* Not that I mind! Reviews are most definitely welcome! *grin* *nudge nudge* *wink wink*

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Nick’s POV:

Nobody answers me, so I try again. If this is some fan who’s gotten a hold of my phone number again, I’m gonna be really ticked of. Don’t get me wrong, I love my fans, I really do, but some of them just don’t understand the word privacy. I don’t mind talking to my fans when I’m out on official Backstreet business, I’ll even sign an autograph or two in my spare time, but really, I can’t be Nick Carter – Backstreet Boy 24/7. I need to just be Nick Carter – twenty-something guy.

“Hello?” I hear something that sounds like someone swallowing.

“Uh…Nick?” It’s a guy. My heart starts beating faster. The person on the other end sounds like Marshall, but I’ve given up hope of hearing from him.

“Yeah…Who is this?” I can’t help chewing on my bottom lip, waiting for the person to answer. It’s a bad habit, but I always end up doing it when I’m nervous.

“Um…hi! It’s…it’s Marshall.” Holy shit! He called! He actually called! I feel like jumping up and down, screaming for joy, but that would be a little bit embarrassing, so I don’t. I only take a deep breath to try to remain calm.

“Hi!” I say, “What’s up?” Suddenly I’m nervous about why he is calling. Maybe he is just calling to shoot me down.

“Yeah…uh…I guess I was just wondering how you were doing.” He says.

“I’m good. Backstreet is back in the studio.” I feel like slapping myself. Why the hell would he care about Backstreet being in the studio? Great going Nick!

“Yeah? That’s cool.” He says and then there’s a pause. Great, he thinks I’m an idiot. Okay, Nick, ask him something. Anything.

“So what’ve you been doing?” I don’t wanna know. I don’t wanna know. Okay I do.

“Nothin’ much. Been layin’ down some beats in the studio, read a couple of scripts, stuff like that.” He tells me.

“Any interesting scripts?” I ask. I’m genuinely curious. I wanna get to know him.

“Nah. Most of them want me to play some kinda rapper slash thug slash trailer trash punk and I kinda wanna do something different you know?”

“Yeah,” I agree, “you wanna play something more of a stretch for you right?”

“Exactly! I can’t keep playing Jimmy Smith Jr. for the rest of my acting career.”

“So are you looking for something specific?” I sit down on the stool at the breakfast counter.

“It would be kinda funny playing a lawyer or something like that.” He says chuckling.

“You look good in a suit.” I DIDN’T just say that out loud! I can feel my face heating up with embarrassment. Why do I have to have the stupid habit of thinking out loud? Why? What kind of sick crime did I commit in a previous life that warrants that kind of punishment?

“Maybe I’ll wear one the next time we hook up.” Did he just say what I think he said? The next time we hook up? There’s gonna be a next time?

“There’s gonna be a next time?”

“Do you want there to be?” He asks.

“Yes!” Great! Way to sound desperate Nick! Keep going like this and you’ll send him off screaming, and not in a good way. Damnit!

“I was hoping you’d say that…” I can hear him smiling over the phone. Or maybe that’s just wishful thinking, I mean, when have you ever seen Marshall Mathers smile? I thought so.

I really wanna tell him I miss him, but I can’t decide if it’s a bad thing or not. I mean, I don’t wanna seem too clingy. What to do. What to do. Okay, I’m just gonna go for it and hope for the best.

“I’ve missed you.” It’s almost a whisper and I close my eyes as soon as the words have left my mouth, preparing to be ridiculed.

“I’ve missed you too.” Huh? What? Huh?

“You have?” My voice almost cracks, there’s so much surprise in the question.

“Yeah. Fuck, I never thought I’d say this, but I haven’t been able to stop thinkin’ about you.”

I…I…I think I’ve lost my ability to speak. I have to close my mouth soon or my jaw will be sore. Wow…he can’t stop thinking about me! I’m screaming that very sentence on the inside.

“Nick? Nick are you there?” Huh? Oh!

“Yeah…just…you caught me a little by surprise there.” I can’t help the smile stretching across my face. I don’t think I’ve been this happy since I found out Backstreet had gotten a number 1 hit for the first time.

“Yeah, fucking caught me by surprise too!” He laughs.
I chuckle. What else can I do? I’m flabbergasted. I don’t know what else to say.

“So what are you doin’ right now?” He asks.

“Besides talking to you?” I ask.

“Yeah. What’re you doing?”

“Nothing. I was just about to go to bed. I’m kinda busted.” I tell him.

“Oh…sorry. I didn’t realize how late it was. I’ll let you get to bed.” No! No! Don’t go!

“Don’t go!” Shit! “I…I don’t mind talking to you. In fact, it’s way better than just laying in my bed sleeping.” He’s chuckling! Oh my God! I’ve made a complete fool of my self. I’m going to kill my self.

“Aiight. So go lay down, and we’ll continue talking.” I nod, but then I realize that he can’t see that.

“Okay.” I walk down the hall and into the bedroom. I can’t tell you how happy I am right now that the cordless phone was invented.

As soon as I’m lying in my bed I sigh,

“Alright, I’m in bed now.” I tell him. I can almost hear him smirking over the phone. You know that smirk right? It’s so fucking hot, I can feel my dick responding just by thinking about it. Jesus. I can’t believe doesn’t take more to get me riled up.

“So…what are you wearing?” He chuckles as he asks this, and I can’t help but smile. The line is such a cliché and he knows it.

“Boxers and a T-shirt. Why?” I ask him chuckling, “What are you wearing?”

“No reason. I just seemed like a good time to ask that question…” he’s interrupted by someone in the background. What if he’s with some chick or something. Oh God. It feel like I just swallowed a pound of concrete or something like that.

“Okay Hai Hai, I’ll be right there.” Oh thank God! It’s his daughter. He’s not with someone else. “Nick? I’m really fucking sorry, but I have to go. Hailie needs me.”

I can’t really say I’m not disappointed, but I understand. And I tell him that.

“Hey, I don’t have any plans for the weekend and Hailie is going to my aunt’s house…if you’re not doing anything maybe I could fly down?” He sounds so unsure of himself all of a sudden. It’s kinda cute. Wait! Did he just ask if he could come down for the weekend? To see me?
“That would be great!” And the compulsion to jump up and down is back. “You can just call as soon as you know when you’ll land.”

“Aiight. So I’ll make the arrangements and call you tomorrow?”

“Yes. Great! I can’t wait to see you.” I can’t help it. I have to tell him that.

“Me too. Talk to ya tomorrow?” he asks. It’s sick, but I kinda like it when he’s all unsure of himself.

“Yeah, tomorrow.” I confirm.

“Aiight. Bye Nick.”

“Bye Marshall.” I hang up the phone and give into my compulsion. I jump up on my bed and start jumping up and down. Marshall is gonna stay here over the freaking weekend! An entire weekend of Marshall being in my house! If I didn’t believe in God before, I sure as hell do now!

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